Story (part 9)

With an hour and a half to go till the party, the girls emerged with calm faces and dreamy smiles plastered on their faces into the salon, where four women were sitting at the bar drinking martini’s and playing bridge. As soon as they saw the girls they quickly and unsuccessfully tried to his their drinks behind the bar. Then they ran to usher them here and there. After washing their hair, sitting them in the styling chairs, and getting to work on their hair and nails, Hadley broke the awkward silence.
“So,” She stated to the size 16 woman that was untangling her hair, staring evenly at her in the reflection of the mirror, “I want my hair cut mid upper arm, all even, with very short, edgy bangs. It has got to be perfect. Please and thanks!” Hadley threw Olivia a worried glance and Olivia threw back a fake confident smile. They usually got their hair done at Salomon’s, the best salon in Washington D.C. This by stylists they knew and loved. To their dismay, today they had all been booked and the only chance to get fixed up was at her own home solon. The other girls, however, had managed to get appointments so the rest of them were relaxed. Today was a day in which they had to look perfect and even Olivia understood that. The yearly gala at the White House was one of the biggest events all year in D.C. and magazines always covered the fake red carpet that was set up before going in, the last place were reporters were allowed. On top of everything else, the prestigious magazine Teen Vogue was doing an issue on the life of politician’s children in one month, right after their cotillion, and so they would obviously flock to her group and ask questions and comments. Now was the time, if any, to have tons of good press, and no bad press options.
“I want my hair to be cut into layers and totally straight, please. Maybe three fingers shorter, just about shoulder length. Nails clear, and half short. Other than that do your thing. Just make me look great please and thank you.” Olivia smiled at the women who were around her, and then turned her attention back to Hadley. The women took this as their cue and a quiet buzz between them started, as they pulled, dried, brushed, filed, and painted.
“Who’s your couple tonight again?” Hadley asked her friens as she stared at everything that was going on on her head intently.
“I’m going with Ryan. But I think it is sooo stupid to have a couple. I mean, the only thing you do with them is be announced as you come in as a couple. It’s just for show but I hate it ‘cause its always a big problem.” Olivia shut her eyes and rested her head back whilw the woman behing her pulled and burned it.
“I know. But I think its cute to have a thousand pictures with the guys, all of them because we always switch partners. It’s kinda funny though, we always rotate the guys like over and over. Except today, when I have to go with egomaniac Evan because my mom fixed us up. Lovely isn’t it?” Her big almond shaped eyes rolled around, and Olivia couldn’t help but laugh. Hadley’s mother had always been fixing her up with guys Had hated, and Olivia found it way too funny.
“Whatever really. Outside the pictures are with anyone who’s around and I’m guessing some group pictures for Vogue, maybe one picture with our escort as we get out of the car, and then inside it’s hang out with who ever. Always the same.” The lady fixing her nails asked Olivia something and she shook her head no. “It’s always the same thing, but these huge events are fun. Plus I love the White House.”
Hadley put her hand on her forehead indicating where she wanted her bangs, and continued talking. “I know, I love it too. But then again, who doesn’t? And you forgot to mention the part where we go and stalk Chase Richards all around and never get tired of seeing him and his gorgeous hair.” She sighed dreamily her eyes shutting close probably to form the image of the golden haired boy. Olivia did the same. All the girls in the country loved the president’s son, but not many of them had had the chance t meet him a couple of times, and go to school with him last year while he was a senior. She and her friends all loved him, and they made it a must to go flirt with him just for the fun of it.